Blood

by sara   May 26, 2005


The knife it cuts
it cuts so deep
i feel the blood pool around my feet
visions of my family running through my head
i hope they understand that id be better off dead
the room is spinning now as i get cold i hit the ground but know one knows
the room is black now i can no longer see no one seems to understand i cant live with out you to stand beside me

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